RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sun Rising Slowly - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Walking into the morning, a chill in the air, left over
from last night's icy cold rain.
Landscape washed clean, looking pure, smelling fresh and
A beautiful, tantalizing atmosphere bringing poetry to
mind as I gaze at the sun rising slowly over the Eastern
Lighting the world on fire with it's sunlight and warmth,
beckoning us to greet this new morning with joy and much
happiness in our hearts.
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